Around the buildings, the sound of our footsteps was deadened by the dust accumulated from the straw in the lofts.
Four large towers connected by curtains showed battlements beneath their pointed roofs; the openings in the towers, like those in the main part of the castle, are small, irregular windows, which form uneven black squares on the grey stones.

A broad stoop, comprising about thirty steps, reaches to the first floor, which has become the ground-floor of the interior apartments, since the trenches have been filled up.
The yellow wall-flower does not grow here, but instead, one finds nettles and lentisks, greenish moss and lichens.

To the left, next to the turret, is a cluster of chestnut-trees reaching up to the roof and shading it.
After the key had been turned in the lock and the door pushed open with kicks, we entered a dark hallway filled with boards and ladders and wheelbarrows.
This passage led into a little yard enclosed by the thick interior walls of the castle.

It was lighted from the top like a prison yard.

In the corners, drops of humidity dripped from the stones.